The angel stood over him as he lay prone, her light causing the background to fade to black as his gaze was locked onto her. She wore a flowing dress of pure white satin that caressed every inch of her form, accentuating every aspect of her being. The angel seemed to float above him and lowered herself onto him, her brilliant blonde hair stroking his bare chest, which rose and fell quicker with each breath. His heart, a powerful and solid muscle strengthened from years of intense training, threatened to split his sternum as it swelled with passion and desire, and his blue eyes seemed dull to the electricity that her own sparkling blue eyes held inside them.

And then, the angel spoke to him, her words forming of pure white light but he could not make out anything specific. Instead, he stared at her tongue as a craving stirred deep inside. As his gaze longed for her tongue, the words began to change hue; initially from white to pink, and then to vermillion until finally a deep scarlet. Breathing in through his mouth, he absorbed the blood stained words and swallowed them down until they settled in his belly, his craving subsiding.

Darren sat up in bed and ran his fingers on his lips, the taste of blood fading as quickly as the dream.